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Wrecked

Wrecked

A Poem by Frieda P
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The 'I Never Learn Syndrome'

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I know we used to dance before you wrecked me
             was a little piece of heaven and a lot of hell
amazing how quickly the fires of forever after dim
          you came inside my head and  burnt my senses
my own crucifixion wasn't satisfying enough
        you hammered in the nails until you drew blood
like a boomerang you hit my heart again
          how many times is enough is enough
I'm broken, you break me yet again
         there were those bolts of clarity
they fizzled out after the raging storm
          bohemian gusts set the temperature
there was no grace except for 
         suns on the horizon as you thought they should be,
worshiping at the altar of your temporal ego 
          when will I learn you loved yourself more than me

© 2013 Frieda P


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A very clever writing, Frieda. Some people need a little more "growing up" to do before they can sustain a mature relationship, others still - never learn to truly love... life it is a paradox at times.
"when will I learn you loved yourself more than me" love the line! Funny story I am trying to put to poetic form. If I can manage it, I will post soon. I tell ya... this past weekend was full of all kinds of stuff coming out of the blue - must be something in the water! :)
Lovely writing - as always!




Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Ha those are the best stories, when is this coming to a theater near me? ;-)
Emerald Seas

10 Years Ago

Ha, if I'm brave (because he'll never be on this site) I may actually post the picture(s) he sent me.. read more
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Oh my, shaking my head and rolling my eyes, simultaneously, can't wait! Laughing here... ;-P



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Ugh, tell me about it! Ha. You don't need to tell me twice, LOL. Some people need to grow up ALOT before the can have a serious, mature relationship!

BUT, some never learn which can mean that they don't give a crap about your feelings and to get 'rid' of you go and make up sick jokes, but then again, that's just my take on it.

A great write that is relatable to a lot of people. (:

Nicely written.

Posted 10 Years Ago


lovely write up, good feel, good picturisation of sorrow and pain, however in this dark personalization, i somehow found the lines 'bohemian gusts set the temperature' out of place, dunno why, personal opinion though, enjoyed reading it still, really good work

Posted 10 Years Ago


None of us ever do. Thankfully. And this describes what happens when we do beautifully.

Posted 10 Years Ago


such sorrow in these words. Especially the line about loving yourself more than you ever loved me. I can relate to these words. The delicious rapture of a relationship going sour by that very realization. Beautiful write up.

Posted 10 Years Ago


This is a profound indictment of a toxic relationship. Having grown up in a wildly dysfunctional family, I can certainly relate to the feelings expressed here. I have very little experience with romantic relationships, having married the first man who paid attention to me, and later discovering that he considered me to be a sure bet to make a good living so I was the star to which he hitched his wagon. It has always been difficult for me to understand why some people are cruel simply to be cruel; no motive drives them, no vendetta, no hate, just the wielding of a sharp blade and eagerness to see the blood. Is the person in the poem of this nature, coldly cruel and avid for blood? That is the way it translates for me, and also it seems this toxic relationship is still current. But the fact that "when will I learn you loved yourself more than me" indicates a shift towards self-preservation, I hope.
This is powerful.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Great work as always, a topic everyone can relate to. We have a tendency to say "this one will be different" and the whole cycle starts over again. All relationships must have balance, and finding that is so hard to find these days.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Yes, silly us, thanks for your insightful review Traci.
Until I finished the entirety of the poem, I thought the first line was a sexual slur.. Perhaps it still is.~ Haha


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

One track mind, you. :-) Thanks Tai.
Filled with pain, rejection and emotion....very well written

Posted 10 Years Ago


Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thanks Carol.
I dated one of these in college. I called him the black hole. There was not enough love in the world to fill him up. So I got smart and quit trying. :) Great write.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Perfect, the black hole, how apropos! Thanks so much :-)
DCT ponderings

10 Years Ago

No Thank you..... I read this poem and then straight away wrote mine called black hole. It flowed ri.. read more
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Ha wow, I'll have to read it...how great to inspire another poet!
Great write!!! I guess we never learn....we get used over and over again yet we can't break the relation and move on in life.I love your style and the choice of words." Like a boomerang you hit my heart again/ how many times is enough is enough.'' -beautiful lines that convey a lot.YOu are a very accomplished poet

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Onku Ghosh

10 Years Ago

President of which club,may i ask ?
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Oh sorry, somehow I missed this one, the "I Never Learn Club' of course ;-)
Onku Ghosh

10 Years Ago

LOL!!!! stupid of me to ask.

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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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